Such shallow beauty in those blank eyes.
They look out at me, haunting with their gaze.
The people pass by, remarking on the portrait's beauty
And I stand staring, crying
Because nothing of true beauty is captured.
Yes, the lines are perfect,
And the expression one of flawless content.
Yet there is nothing that hints of a mystery beneath the surface
Nothing that tells of the potential depth.
It is only a perfect mask.
Hiding a pained face,
And all of the despairing thoughts
Which make her human. |
Submission Name: A Portrait of A Mask
